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Sometimes caring too much can be dangerous
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
It is good to love in stages
So that you don’t allow yourself to end up in a cage
And be enslaved by a misguided notion
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Often we look at people with a royal outlook
But this can be disastrous
Your enemies are not strangers
Sometimes those that love us the most
Betray us the worst!
We pick our friends and love ones but
In the end, in real situations we sort them out
Then, we find out our true companions!
Sometimes silence is better than unnecessary drama
Because you can easily sense a jealous spirit, negative energy
And most of all, a miserable person
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Your enemies are not strangers
They are people you know so remember that
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
If you were a friend of mine
Down until the end of time
And I left you a friend behind
Do you think there’s no reason why?
You can blame it on my mind
Claim the reasons you are blind
plead innocent to any crime
don’t understand why you’re behind
You can play it like a fool
avoid being accountable
be upset and miserable
make all appear my fault
And while you play it so clueless
it proves my point that you are useless
as you lie and make up excuses
Justifies why your not included
Because you never make mistakes
You clearly are a bunch of fakes
Failure to give but quick to take
This is why you’re not my mates
Thinking you are so damn clever
When you talk you talk forever
Sounding like you know much better
No close to you not ever
When I tell you go away
You say you’ll ring another day
And I tell you to go away
“We’ve made up is what you say”
People thinking we are cool
When they listen to your bull
Do I not get a voice at all
Get out my life you flipping fool
It is shocking but consistent
you lying with such insistence
suddenly I’m talking vicious
I had to you disrespect my wishes
You have to make yourself look good
as a result I’m misunderstood
If you’d Let it go like you should
I wouldn’t have said it the way it was
Now your seeking legal advice
my talk is truthful and it ain’t nice
but you ignored me all my life
and I’m sick of hearing all your lies
They think they’re so much better
more attractive and more clever
in my defeat your my successor
I get told “they think they’re better”
Something I have always known
now others can detect your tone
You ain’t got no one you’re alone
in a world you create your own
You’re lucky that I’m talking
you just ain’t worth the stalking
you need to stop your talking
You talk and no one’s falling
Pain.
Torture.
Suffering.
He enjoys it.
He thrives for it.
He burns for it.
He’ll cause torment for fun.
He’ll make you miserable,
just for laughs.
He finds it entertaining.
He’s like a demon,
he’s summoned by name.
All he cares about is pleasure and fame.
He wishes for fun,
even in darker places.
He seeks it out in malicious phases.
He is hell incarnate.
He will mock.
He will tease.
He will punish.
All for his own enjoyment.
Make him mad;
you’ll pay the price.
Obey;
you may be spared.
There is no stopping him.
He will break,
tear,
rip apart,
your mind and sanity,
until he finds someone else,
just a little more entertaining than you.
That’s how a sadist lives.
How a sadist can progress.
That’s how hell's incarnate thrives.
Destroying lives; making them a mess.
The clouds are rolling and the rivers are flowing
The birds are singing and the bells are ringing
I have come to this place to unite the human race
But some people have overstepped the boundaries
And have gone past their places and get entwined
in another phase. I have witnessed the sun and the
moon crossing path in the middle of the dark and
the wind mesmerizing and singing a bountiful hymn
One cast plays the tune for the man that is coming
From the moon. You cannot trust the moon walkers
and the sky stalkers who take rocks to the moon
and pour water on ships to prove that there is water
to swim. Why do you want to seize power in an hour?
When I have spent forty years researching rocks and
Water on the moon, you are space copycat and
And a secret conniving rat
There is a solace in the moon that is taking shape
And moving towards the middle of gate,
The big band is playing the New Orleans jazz sound
And the visitors are moving around,
They are walking up down Kitchen Street
And looking for something to eat
They are showing off their cultural clout
And walking around with a nasty frown
I have not seen a parade since I got here
And the dancers and hookers have disappeared
There is nothing to share and the rum is drying up
And the people are running around with much fuss
I can tell that the end is near and the mountains
will soon disappear, victory will be on the run
And we will have the much needed fun
Bad men will get up and run and hand over their
guns, the fussy cussy people will run away
And the music will slowly fade away
The streets will left bare and empty and
Shops will hold on to their misery
The town will shake in the middle of the night
and the wind will blow in full magnitude
And a new energy will flow through the miserable town
I will board the plane and fly away in the middle of the day
I can see the seagulls dancing around on the shores
endorsing the creeps with their long beaks
Busting it up from the ocean floor
The ice is melting and ocean fish is surfacing
Multitudes of then appears from the bottom of the ocean.
Flipping and flopping on the dry land and walking hand in hand
That is the way they meet.
We all have a thief dying to come out
We must control that side of us…We must undo that knot (we must solve the case)
We are victims in our own minute minds…no doubt
We must arrest that criminal…before it causes mischief and what not (find your own way out of my maze)
Reawaken from solitude
The sun’s rising…and you’re frustrated and nude
Stray away into the path of delight…before the day turns to night
Don’t miss the words from my mouth…echoing heaven’s light
Descending in quietude
Don’t look my direction…I weep for safety’s sake…
Show off your effulgence…your delicate, serene tune…
I don’t mean to be rude…but please lift up my mood
Arise as the moon in the shady night…
Promise me you won’t break
Your life isn’t at stake…
I love you for cat’s sake!
(chorus) Weighed down…
I’m wearing a remorseful frown…
Weighed down…
Gravity holds me down
To the ground…
without a sound….
Face down…
Without a sound…
left there without a sound…
Without a sound…
no one cared…
they never did
from the start
And it breaks my heart
To say this,
but I feel this way…
And I don’t want to
fade away…
Left without a trace…
Look at my bloodied face
And solve this bewildering,
Outlandish case
While you do that,
I’ll be running the race
But, I’ve learned
That we all wear that mask…of a miserable clown
Swim with me
Promise me
You’ll be my candlelight
On the surface of the chaotic sea
Will you be so kind to stay by my side for awhile?
Don’t fly too high
Like a kite caught in the wind…
Don’t drift away…don’t fade to gray…
A crumbling cabin, a jungle deep,
An old soldier trudging by,
Imagining he heard, in the breeze,
A ghostly, wounded sigh.
This elder sat 'neath a mangrove
To ease his creaking bones,
His uneasy mind accompanied
By the wind's eerie moans.
The groans metamorphosed to words,
As mournfully they spoke
About an injury so grave,
And a heart and soul, which broke.
"A strong youth, fastest in my school,
Brimming with hope and fun,
I couldn't outrun a speeding bullet,
Blasted from a cruel gun.
Stripped of hope, left a broken cripple,
Of no use to anyone,
I couldn't envision a future -
A day past twenty-one.
It wasn't just a body blow,
But one to my emotions,
As a gap 'tween me and my mates
Grew as vast as oceans.
All the love I had to offer,
Were stained with weakness, and pain,
So, I was nothing more than a
Miserable ball and chain.
I slipped into the dark jungle,
All hidden and remote,
Where nobody would need to hear
Cries issued from my throat.
My cabin had enough space for
One table and one chair.
It was a blessed relief to know,
No one could find me there."
The glum words urged the drifter's heart
And drew him to the hut.
The image in the table's chair
Then, punched him in the gut.
The old man's mournful, decaying face
Stopped and froze him in place.
The grim, unsettling vision was
His own crestfallen face.
finds yours truly groveling along
February third 2022,
never linkedin - analogous to stray animal
without being befriended,
thus I don't belong
survival instincts taught yours truly
the necessity acting
courageous and headstrong
even if necessary
to stare down King Kong,
who actually shows me respect
such that every now and again
we play a game of ping pong
and on a crisp night
roast marshmallows kindle campfire
and sing Kumbaya song.
This tramp (which stereotyped
caricature familiarly epitomized
in countless Chaplinesque productions,
Dickensian tales,
oil paintings from
artistic hands of great masters
and others anonymous
exquisite painters, et cetera)
remembers practically nothing
of me nine-month stay in utero
birth, childhood nor early adulthood.
My amorphous gauzy,
hazy fractal memories
solely comprise fractured,
fragmented and splintered collection
of miserable experiences,
which characterize living
a hellacious hand to mouth
hard scrapple existence.
Past wispy vestiges of wretchedness
and now present woebegone existence
seems a worse fate than death.
The overpowering urge to survive
and summon up one barely audible
l’chaim utterance against the depredations
of the grim reaper only found
nothing but defeat.
That daily dismal
grinding away of last shreds
of a purpose driven life fending off real
and imagined threats sought salvation
in a vividly encased jammed
preserve of mine imagination
an existence awash with ample
trappings of comfort.
A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive
She lay in a casket
I was the killer
But was it really me?
When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness
She stared in a mirror
Full of sadness
Knowing she would kill her last bit of innocence
So did I allow her to kill that part of herself
Or was it the fault of the system itself?
I the only attendee at her funeral
I the only person who would understand her death was about survival
Either way she was miserable
Even in death her silence was painful
Would this mean she would always struggle?
I say my final goodbyes to the girl I was
Her mind strong but not strong enough
To live in a world where her blackness was starved
A slow and painful death that carved
A scar in her heart
A forever reminder of what I lost
In the difficult times of 2020 like these,
I’m restrained to do things that I’d please.
Life has lost rhythm in chaos of uncertainty,
but I go on getting spontaneous help in plenty.
Disconnected from outside world in isolation,
I don’t spend the stalled time in dull desolation.
To the helping hands of the neighbors I get access,
in appreciation I’m overwhelmed by their kindness.
How long would the trying times be I don’t know,
but they won’t let my fragile morale plummet low.
Even if black clouds disappear from my sky some day,
priceless debt to all these people I won’t be able to repay.
In their support the benevolence of God I see,
lifting my spirit from the abyss of miserable worry.
When the mind is permeated by hazy hope for nothing,
my soul is filled with gratitude, for they gave me His blessing.
December 13, 2020
Contest : Your Soul 2020
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Kids pick up, read to and play
Washing needs to be hung out
Dishwasher’s ready for clearing out
Cat needs taking to the vet
Bills need sorting - post pile turning into monument!
Dusting, vaccing all needs to be done
Or and the shopping too - and remember to use the pricing gun!
Plants need sorting - they’re sat out there looking as miserable as sin!
Stupid weather 20degrees then back to 3 again!
Switching suppliers to make ends meet
Traffic jams at the bottom of the street
Boss wants more work in the allocated time
Overtime pay! You may as well as ask for gold wine!
Diesel car bought when the government said that’s the way
Now killing everything on the planet every time I drive on my way?
Diesel fuel will soon be more expensive than house!
Oh and student loan forever I forgot about that!
Facebook, Twitter are you out of your mind? Stopping to breathe is difficult to find!
Remember the gym or you’re just a loser who can’t cope!
Manage stress? What the hell is that? We’re english and we don’t suffer that????
10pm and sat in bed? Quiet time while mind wonders about the next problem!
Welcome to grown up life - just another 50 years before you can get your pension!